روايات وقصص ضمن Morbid Angel Blessed Are The Sick

"Love, happiness, life, love of ages and solace within him, this is what he had given me." "This is something you won't understand. You don't understand love. A heart full of envy, an evil heart would never understand this term. It's heavenly and beyond the understanding of filthy souls like you, I feel pity for souls like you." I said looking directly into his evil eyes, listening to all this the devil within him felt challenged and he pushed me making me fall on the bed. "You don't know me, you don't have an idea what you are messing up with," he said leaning closer, while his warning was vibrating in my ear drums.

her fingers began playing with the necklace Sophia had gotten her for her birthday, "Sophia doesn't deserve this, neither does Max. Can't your mother do something to stop it?" It broke my heart looking at her glassy eyes and telling her no but I had to. There was nothing my mother could do. This was already in the works, a reaper was already sent and because of that, it was simply too late. Heaven's Angels would know that Sophia was healed by the divine healing powers of another Angel; it was against the law to save someone with such extreme injuries. Messing with the law of nature was forbidden. Mortals were expendable. Meant to die. If the time for their demise came, not even an Angel with

The angel of darkness asked Lame. "As you can see I'm enjoying it, and I have everything! why did you care to know?" "Nothing just want to know how it feels to be a king because I will be taking your place soon" The angel of darkness smiled. The head of Rebel bring Rosita in and pushed her on the floor. While Lame tells Angel of darkness to take Rosita and leave now! Rosita has turned scarlet and the red dots have covered her neck. Angel of darkness sees that Rosita has contracted the disease, and he ask maybe Rosita can walk? she said yes and the angel of darkness help her get up while they both left the palace. Lame tells her armies that it's time to go.

Trembling with fear, the young person took a breath and said: “My mother told me that there are angels, but I didn't want to hear, I didn't want to hear… Now I'm being punished by God for my sins. Jesus sends you, Angel Azrael, Angel of Death Azrael, to punish me as a sinner… ”The rest of the senseless babbling was lost in the deep sobs of the madman and he clapped his hands over his face, crying. “Cristiano, please! Give us your coordinates. Reinforcements are on their way to you, ”the device tried again.

"The payment has been authorized. You may leave." I purse my lips and stand up. "Let's go, Arlo." Raphael turns to leave. Angels operate on Order, not Charity. They have a schedule to keep, and giving a ride to two homeless isn't on it. Angels are 'Lawful Good' on paper, but in reality? They are cold, clinical sociopaths who would let you bleed out on the sidewalk if saving you violated a protocol. I see Raphael raise a hand. He looks annoyed by Fenris's continued struggling. He's about to use force.

So these three angels come to bless my life, to tighten the bond between me and Casmien, and above all to form a family. THE END ********************

She can't quite remember he said Baston could heal himself or maybe not. "No one can heal the injury inflicted by an angel," he said. "What do you mean?" She asked, still not grabbing anything he was saying. "Angels are like poison to witches and demons" he explains. The line on Audrey's face was very visible, "does this means" she stutters as fright grips her heart. "He might, as well as he might not" he answered directly, not waiting for her to complete her words. Audrey could feel her bones broken into pieces, it hurts to know Baston will have to die because of her.

I'm here to save his life; he should be grateful. Suddenly, the angel nods thoughtfully, smiling darkly at nothing at all. "People say your blood can heal any disease; some call it a miracle while others think you're a goddess," A smile latches itself to my lips. I like how my new friend pronounced goddess as if the statement held some truth. "And what do you think?" Amusement rumbles from the angel's throat, and a telltale smirk spreads on his lips. "I think little of your kind; last time I checked, all vampires were evil, but maybe you're a missionary sent to change my opinion?"

Xavier stared at Chiara as she slept. She looked so peaceful and harmless as she slept, he never would have guessed she was a psychopath. The corners of her lips were curved in a smile and she looked angelic. The cold expression that was usually on her face was replaced with a happy expression.